Blackjack, guillotine, razor sharp
 Always clean, gotta lie, very wide
 Once inside, she knows what to do
 She knows what to do

Skin tight, China white, just another neon life
 In the vein, leaves a stain
 All the time you know that it's [bad word] 
 You know that its [bad word] 

So tell me, what you had in store
 It doesn't matter anymore
 It never did, it never will
 But I'll be out there waiting still
 You're moving fast but leaving tracks
 [bad word] to your attacks
 [bad word] a time you want to take it back
 Back, back, back
 Can't think of nothing
 I can't think of nothing
 I can't think of nothing
 I lack

Junkie, credit card, gotta vein
 Goes for yards, hypnotized you decide
 Every neuron's changing its view
 Changing its view

Gentlemen, summarize, every lie
 Well disguised, don't forget
 Neuron death, in the mind awaiting its cue
 Awaiting its cue

And so we found it very mod
 The worshiping of lesser gods
 And lie they do, for lie they must
 For they know it's the lie we [bad word] 
 And so we're out there laying tracks
 Wherever there's a vein to pack
 [bad word] a time you want to take it back
 Back, back, back
 Can't think of nothing
 I can't think of nothing
 I can't think of nothing, I